Humane
It was a day for joyful tears.
It was a day for newborn fears.
My daughters’ Confirmation I am so proud.
I speak of her to others, and I speak loud.
AS we left the service, my eyes never looked down.
I never saw that June Bug crawling upon the ground.
My daughter stepped upon him, while sunning on a rock.
His face, his legs, and one antennae crushed; he was in shock.
Daddy, Daddy, please fix him.
I became Doctor Daddy, to appease my daughters’ whim.
I picked up the June Bug, left his antenna, legs, and face in stone.
My daughter spoke softly, I know he does not live alone.
The saline glistening tear running down my cheek.
My dearest darling daughter, heed the words I speak.
This June Bug suffered so much pain : to let him die would be Humane.
On the quiet ride home, I could see my daughter ponder.
Then she said to me , DADDY : I wonder.
When we go to hospital, to see GRANDMA-- Will you be HUMANE ?
Copyright © Hgarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2007
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